My own reflection

I am standing on the shore of the sea, warm sand under my bare feet, the wind touches my hair. I look at the endless blue of the sea with a withered flower in my hand. My flower is as pale as I am, submerged in water like me. Maybe it, like me, has had its share of the cruel hand of time.

There are cacti under the sea, defying the harsh conditions but still standing upright. I want to be like them, strong and resilient. The clouds remind me of the lightness of the past, soft and light like cotton.

I am like a soul lost in the depths of the sea. A star shining at sunrise, full of hope, but still carrying an infinite longing inside. My story, my own reflection in the sea.

Created by Ozsen Oya